Cantar

The Cantar in verse is an octosyllabic quatrain that assonates and is usually limited to one strophe. ideas - sieved and distilledglossed for acceptabilitycarefully planned preservationskillfully carved posterity Written for Tanka Tuesday Weekly Prompt Image credit: Britta Benson

Entwined

can't believeyou are not a partof my wholeexistence-umbilical cord may go-souls entwined always Written for What Do You See hosted by Sadje

For all in life there is a season

my chapters in

history tout no

shadows but my own

even my jaded version

a bronzed patina.

Read more awesomeness here — by Eugenia

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out of nowhere

awaits shaded,

visions, for those

with fairish perception,

purged of fakery and

symbolic falsehoods.

my chapters in

history tout no

shadows but my own

even my jaded version

a bronzed patina.

more comforting times

than present express

stanzas of times in

seasons –

times to embrace

times for refrain

times to purpose

peace as we stand

on the edge of time

turn, turn, turn

Reena’s Xploration Challenge#248

Prompt – We have a phrase this week to serve as your writing prompt.

…passing through a doorway in history

Earthly Comforts prompt 4 Images/2 Title Choices/1 Writer’s Creation

The Saturday Symphony #32 #SeptemberEdition #ComfortMusic

Prompt – This month, share some of your comfort music, when and how it comforts you.

Turn! Turn! Turn!

To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time for every purpose, under Heaven

A time to be born, a…

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Gates of history

The future occupies a higher mindshare than the past. There are times I feel history is being raked up only to settle political scores, or justify a stance which is not being accepted. If I could travel on a time machine where would I go? ….to a future I’m curious about. Youtube videos on future … Continue reading Gates of history

Brittle promises ~ free verse

Brittle Promises …. by Sangeetha

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Brittle promises,
riding breezily on a rice paper boat
on choppy oceans of this random universe;
Whimsy as its clumsy sail
of patchwork patterns cut out from life,
Chance as its wayward hope,
earnestly tying new born souls with tinsel.



What if tomorrow comes?
What if the gods renege?

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Mindfills for Sammi Cox’s weekend writing prompt ~ renege in 49 words; FOWC chop; RDP patterns ; another one for dVerse Ekphrastic poetryinspired by the art of Lee Madgewik

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Growth

-breaking the eggshell-outgrowing mediocrity-finding new groundor new surfaces-experimentingwith different channelsof communicationis all so intrinsicto growthto planting meaningin the mundanesoil of life Then, is it a crimeto renege on wordsI did not seeas a binding contract? Written for Weekend Writing Prompt

Blogging Challenges

I moved from 28 followers to 3K+, just by participating in writing prompts. What changed in the process was the intent and theme of the blog. I moved from articles to flash fiction and poetry. I do have a flair for writing from schooldays, but I accept with full gratitude that I learnt a lot … Continue reading Blogging Challenges

MOMENT IN THE SUN: Reena’s Xploration Challenge – 248

Moment in the Sun ..

By Ken Hume

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This week Reena Saxeena over at Reena’s Xploration Challenge set us the task of writing something in response to this line: “passing through a doorway in history”.Below lies my contribution, a poem titled: Moment In The Sun.

MOMENT IN THE SUN

This is our moment in the sun
When we embrace the spotlight
Or cut and run
Because it’s too bright!
This is your 15 minutes
Of fame
When we surpass our limits
And dance in the rain
Make the most of our time
Here on earth
Sing; travel; paint or rhyme
Show us what you’re worth
Because we’re just
“passing through a doorway in history”
A mere drop in the ocean of time
A twinkle in our maker’s eye
What happens next is a mystery
Which way you turn
When you walk through that door
No way to discern
What lies in store
Until you turn the handle

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